Grate Unknown Lyrics
| Song | Grate Unknown |
| Artist | Heltah Skeltah |
| Album | Nocturnal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bush, Pearson, Price | |
| [Background] "I see the horizon the Grate Unknown" | |
| [Ruck] | |
| I'm telling you man cut it out | |
| Yo...we embarked on this nocturnal excursion in order to exchange | |
| Conversation with these mortals not to play games | |
| For real behind every great Ruck theres a Rock | |
| The Rockness Monsta.....Dutch | |
| [Rockness Monsta] | |
| Yo its the Rockness not Rock live | |
| Then again I'm Rock when I'm live | |
| But I'm not fat then again my shit is so fat | |
| Fans let your shot's fly (PLOW! PLOW! PLOW!) | |
| Swift and changeable no style, be Rock style | |
| Not foul, but play with me at your own risk and I might not smile | |
| You get with the pawn, in one arms | |
| I don't fight clean, flow like a butterfly, sting like a scorpion | |
| On the tip of a sick ding-a-ling, bring the noise with your peeps | |
| We up in this space deep, wit' nines like Star-Fleet, ah shit | |
| God bitch ass rappers, and P I'll trap ya, then like a federal case | |
| I'll crack ya word to my man Don Rulla, I'll cold beat your crew up | |
| If it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler | |
| Click Click...Booya!! | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| [Rock] If you don't know like I know | |
| Then act like you know, like I know | |
| [Rock:] (I beat's more ass than mom dukes leather belta) | |
| [Ruck:] ('Cause Rock make cops throw Glocks Down like Heather) | |
| [Background] "The Grate Unknown" | |
| [Verse Two] | |
| I turn this upside down, clown | |
| Watch me and you'll get the picture, if ya don't understand | |
| Why I be the Mr. Flipster, rhyme deliverer | |
| Nine slug through your spine, and leave you on the floor vibratin' | |
| Like a fouled line | |
| Find the robbies, lurking in the dark ally | |
| With more nigga, than a motherfuckin' guard rally | |
| Tally up all the throats, the strangler hold choke | |
| That all the riots that my brother Ruck is provoked, don't like my style | |
| So I don't give a WHAT, cuz you bring the beef, and the Rock | |
| All the Rock buck you one time, so cover you by the loggins | |
| Machete I chop that beef you pop, and feed it to my nigga doggen | |
| Follow the trail of broken backs and, at the end of each you'll find | |
| Me standing with my blackjack, with the Smith and Wessun on my side smoke | |
| Another gat | |
| [Ruck:] (Some Illa Noyz be the act for the attack) | |
| Fuck you street fighter, front if you wanna get hyper | |
| I strap on bombs and blow your face up like Stryker | |
| Yo representatives light up another ? Spliff, while I dip, by the way | |
| (smack) big up to the ill bitch | |
| [Chorus x4] | |
| (Rock: Rockness Monsta, stomp ya, ? ) | |
| (Never changin', forever face rearangin') | |
| (You asked for it who want beef so here's war) | |
| [Background x4 :] I see the horizon the Grate Unknown | |
| [Ruck] We will, we will Rock you | |
| [Verse Three] | |
| Question (What) | |
| Yo, who's the crew with the juice tryin' to front (What!) | |
| Yo money, yo life and wars all I want (What!) | |
| Bring all beef to Bedrock I got my gun (What!) | |
| Niggaz soft as burger buns (What!What!) | |
| Front man shit, spit | |
| On the grave of the weak, when I speak, my tongue is nasty as a freak | |
| I'm in a inner state of, inner mind | |
| Which inner twines, with my inner body now I'm energizes | |
| Its an insane shame, you can ask Ricky Steen | |
| Order b-cheese be sweatin' ,no shorties only gettin' green | |
| BLING! the sound then ? ghost, gone, me and Sean | |
| Your shit's now paid for the Tron, need I go on you damn right | |
| I'm foul as fuck, so if I should go to the line and shoot two (ah, shit duck) | |
| Like James Bond I shoot to kill, Heltah Skeltah's here | |
| Try square with me, clean a man like Mr. Belvedeere | |
| Born in a place so far away it's prehistoric, Bedrock | |
| No regular man survive that ? , from the age of stone | |
| To the age of chrome, from Bedrock to Bucktown my fuckin' names known | |
| [Chorus x4] | |
| [Rock:] (Military Punisher Rock MP) | |
| (Manson punishin' and keep robbing like Danville) | |
| (Scar on my face but I'm not Al Pacino) | |
| (Run for your guns me and self comin' through, Heltah Skeltah) | |
| [Ruck] We will, We will | |
| [Rock] We will Rock you, motherfuckin' knock you.. | |
| [Ruck] Beats more western mom do ? | |
| From the land of the darkness Heltah Skeltah....We will, We will rock | |
| You...Word is Born | |
| [Background 8x] "I see the horizon the Grate Unknown" |
| zuo qu : Bush, Pearson, Price | |
| Background " I see the horizon the Grate Unknown" | |
| Ruck | |
| I' m telling you man cut it out | |
| Yo... we embarked on this nocturnal excursion in order to exchange | |
| Conversation with these mortals not to play games | |
| For real behind every great Ruck theres a Rock | |
| The Rockness Monsta..... Dutch | |
| Rockness Monsta | |
| Yo its the Rockness not Rock live | |
| Then again I' m Rock when I' m live | |
| But I' m not fat then again my shit is so fat | |
| Fans let your shot' s fly PLOW! PLOW! PLOW! | |
| Swift and changeable no style, be Rock style | |
| Not foul, but play with me at your own risk and I might not smile | |
| You get with the pawn, in one arms | |
| I don' t fight clean, flow like a butterfly, sting like a scorpion | |
| On the tip of a sick dingaling, bring the noise with your peeps | |
| We up in this space deep, wit' nines like StarFleet, ah shit | |
| God bitch ass rappers, and P I' ll trap ya, then like a federal case | |
| I' ll crack ya word to my man Don Rulla, I' ll cold beat your crew up | |
| If it gets thick then number twoa, pass me the ruler | |
| Click Click... Booya!! | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Rock If you don' t know like I know | |
| Then act like you know, like I know | |
| Rock: I beat' s more ass than mom dukes leather belta | |
| Ruck: ' Cause Rock make cops throw Glocks Down like Heather | |
| Background " The Grate Unknown" | |
| Verse Two | |
| I turn this upside down, clown | |
| Watch me and you' ll get the picture, if ya don' t understand | |
| Why I be the Mr. Flipster, rhyme deliverer | |
| Nine slug through your spine, and leave you on the floor vibratin' | |
| Like a fouled line | |
| Find the robbies, lurking in the dark ally | |
| With more nigga, than a motherfuckin' guard rally | |
| Tally up all the throats, the strangler hold choke | |
| That all the riots that my brother Ruck is provoked, don' t like my style | |
| So I don' t give a WHAT, cuz you bring the beef, and the Rock | |
| All the Rock buck you one time, so cover you by the loggins | |
| Machete I chop that beef you pop, and feed it to my nigga doggen | |
| Follow the trail of broken backs and, at the end of each you' ll find | |
| Me standing with my blackjack, with the Smith and Wessun on my side smoke | |
| Another gat | |
| Ruck: Some Illa Noyz be the act for the attack | |
| Fuck you street fighter, front if you wanna get hyper | |
| I strap on bombs and blow your face up like Stryker | |
| Yo representatives light up another nbsp? Spliff, while I dip, by the way | |
| smack big up to the ill bitch | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| Rock: Rockness Monsta, stomp ya, nbsp? | |
| Never changin', forever face rearangin' | |
| You asked for it who want beef so here' s war | |
| Background x4 nbsp: I see the horizon the Grate Unknown | |
| Ruck We will, we will Rock you | |
| Verse Three | |
| Question What | |
| Yo, who' s the crew with the juice tryin' to front What! | |
| Yo money, yo life and wars all I want What! | |
| Bring all beef to Bedrock I got my gun What! | |
| Niggaz soft as burger buns What! What! | |
| Front man shit, spit | |
| On the grave of the weak, when I speak, my tongue is nasty as a freak | |
| I' m in a inner state of, inner mind | |
| Which inner twines, with my inner body now I' m energizes | |
| Its an insane shame, you can ask Ricky Steen | |
| Order bcheese be sweatin' , no shorties only gettin' green | |
| BLING! the sound then nbsp? ghost, gone, me and Sean | |
| Your shit' s now paid for the Tron, need I go on you damn right | |
| I' m foul as fuck, so if I should go to the line and shoot two ah, shit duck | |
| Like James Bond I shoot to kill, Heltah Skeltah' s here | |
| Try square with me, clean a man like Mr. Belvedeere | |
| Born in a place so far away it' s prehistoric, Bedrock | |
| No regular man survive that nbsp? , from the age of stone | |
| To the age of chrome, from Bedrock to Bucktown my fuckin' names known | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| Rock: Military Punisher Rock MP | |
| Manson punishin' and keep robbing like Danville | |
| Scar on my face but I' m not Al Pacino | |
| Run for your guns me and self comin' through, Heltah Skeltah | |
| Ruck We will, We will | |
| Rock We will Rock you, motherfuckin' knock you.. | |
| Ruck Beats more western mom do nbsp? | |
| From the land of the darkness Heltah Skeltah.... We will, We will rock | |
| You... Word is Born | |
| Background 8x " I see the horizon the Grate Unknown" |
| zuò qǔ : Bush, Pearson, Price | |
| Background " I see the horizon the Grate Unknown" | |
| Ruck | |
| I' m telling you man cut it out | |
| Yo... we embarked on this nocturnal excursion in order to exchange | |
| Conversation with these mortals not to play games | |
| For real behind every great Ruck theres a Rock | |
| The Rockness Monsta..... Dutch | |
| Rockness Monsta | |
| Yo its the Rockness not Rock live | |
| Then again I' m Rock when I' m live | |
| But I' m not fat then again my shit is so fat | |
| Fans let your shot' s fly PLOW! PLOW! PLOW! | |
| Swift and changeable no style, be Rock style | |
| Not foul, but play with me at your own risk and I might not smile | |
| You get with the pawn, in one arms | |
| I don' t fight clean, flow like a butterfly, sting like a scorpion | |
| On the tip of a sick dingaling, bring the noise with your peeps | |
| We up in this space deep, wit' nines like StarFleet, ah shit | |
| God bitch ass rappers, and P I' ll trap ya, then like a federal case | |
| I' ll crack ya word to my man Don Rulla, I' ll cold beat your crew up | |
| If it gets thick then number twoa, pass me the ruler | |
| Click Click... Booya!! | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Rock If you don' t know like I know | |
| Then act like you know, like I know | |
| Rock: I beat' s more ass than mom dukes leather belta | |
| Ruck: ' Cause Rock make cops throw Glocks Down like Heather | |
| Background " The Grate Unknown" | |
| Verse Two | |
| I turn this upside down, clown | |
| Watch me and you' ll get the picture, if ya don' t understand | |
| Why I be the Mr. Flipster, rhyme deliverer | |
| Nine slug through your spine, and leave you on the floor vibratin' | |
| Like a fouled line | |
| Find the robbies, lurking in the dark ally | |
| With more nigga, than a motherfuckin' guard rally | |
| Tally up all the throats, the strangler hold choke | |
| That all the riots that my brother Ruck is provoked, don' t like my style | |
| So I don' t give a WHAT, cuz you bring the beef, and the Rock | |
| All the Rock buck you one time, so cover you by the loggins | |
| Machete I chop that beef you pop, and feed it to my nigga doggen | |
| Follow the trail of broken backs and, at the end of each you' ll find | |
| Me standing with my blackjack, with the Smith and Wessun on my side smoke | |
| Another gat | |
| Ruck: Some Illa Noyz be the act for the attack | |
| Fuck you street fighter, front if you wanna get hyper | |
| I strap on bombs and blow your face up like Stryker | |
| Yo representatives light up another nbsp? Spliff, while I dip, by the way | |
| smack big up to the ill bitch | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| Rock: Rockness Monsta, stomp ya, nbsp? | |
| Never changin', forever face rearangin' | |
| You asked for it who want beef so here' s war | |
| Background x4 nbsp: I see the horizon the Grate Unknown | |
| Ruck We will, we will Rock you | |
| Verse Three | |
| Question What | |
| Yo, who' s the crew with the juice tryin' to front What! | |
| Yo money, yo life and wars all I want What! | |
| Bring all beef to Bedrock I got my gun What! | |
| Niggaz soft as burger buns What! What! | |
| Front man shit, spit | |
| On the grave of the weak, when I speak, my tongue is nasty as a freak | |
| I' m in a inner state of, inner mind | |
| Which inner twines, with my inner body now I' m energizes | |
| Its an insane shame, you can ask Ricky Steen | |
| Order bcheese be sweatin' , no shorties only gettin' green | |
| BLING! the sound then nbsp? ghost, gone, me and Sean | |
| Your shit' s now paid for the Tron, need I go on you damn right | |
| I' m foul as fuck, so if I should go to the line and shoot two ah, shit duck | |
| Like James Bond I shoot to kill, Heltah Skeltah' s here | |
| Try square with me, clean a man like Mr. Belvedeere | |
| Born in a place so far away it' s prehistoric, Bedrock | |
| No regular man survive that nbsp? , from the age of stone | |
| To the age of chrome, from Bedrock to Bucktown my fuckin' names known | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| Rock: Military Punisher Rock MP | |
| Manson punishin' and keep robbing like Danville | |
| Scar on my face but I' m not Al Pacino | |
| Run for your guns me and self comin' through, Heltah Skeltah | |
| Ruck We will, We will | |
| Rock We will Rock you, motherfuckin' knock you.. | |
| Ruck Beats more western mom do nbsp? | |
| From the land of the darkness Heltah Skeltah.... We will, We will rock | |
| You... Word is Born | |
| Background 8x " I see the horizon the Grate Unknown" |
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